Sterile air_refix.1

[Verse 1] In the lab where the beakers glow, I measure the world I want to know. With a pipette and a steady hand, I trace the lines of a promised land. The data flows like a silent stream, I hold my breath and follow the beam. One small spark in a white coat sleeve, I keep the shape of what I believe. [Chorus] I measure the world I want to know, I keep it close, I let it show. Through the glass and the sterile air, I find the truth beyond the glare. One small step in a sea of doubt, I pull the answers from the drought. [Verse 2] The numbers hum a quiet song, Righting what I thought was wrong. Each reaction, a fragile dance, I take the risk, I take the chance. The clock ticks slow, the night grows deep, A promise that the mind can keep. No loud applause, no golden prize, Just the truth behind my eyes. [Bridge] And when the formula breaks apart, I mend the pieces with my heart. The failure burns, but I don't flee, It's just another part of me. [Chorus] I measure the world I want to know, I keep it close, I let it show. Through the glass and the sterile air, I find the truth beyond the glare. One small step in a sea of doubt, I pull the answers from the drought. [Outro] In the lab where the beakers glow, I measure the world I want to know. And when the final numbers fall, I'll still be standing through it all.